John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

41. The Useless Ones 5/20/2012
42. Western Australia 5/20/2012
43. Night Thoughts 1 5/20/2012
44. Night Poetry 2 5/20/2012
45. My Troubles 5/20/2012
46. The Pilgrim's Fathers 5/20/2012
47. To-Day 5/20/2012
48. To A.S. On His Daughter's Wedding 5/20/2012
49. From The Heights 5/20/2012
50. Poet And Lord 5/20/2012
51. Written Under A Portrait Of Keats 5/20/2012
52. Trust 5/20/2012
53. The Press Evangel 5/20/2012
54. Under The River 5/20/2012
55. Spring Flowers 5/20/2012
56. Songs That Are Not Sung 5/20/2012
57. To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman 5/20/2012
58. Life Is A Confluence 5/20/2012
59. The Temple Of Friendship 5/20/2012
60. Waiting 5/20/2012
61. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
62. An Art Message 5/20/2012
63. Conscience 5/20/2012
64. Dying In Harness 5/21/2012
65. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
66. The Loving Cup Of The Papyrus 5/20/2012
67. Destiny 5/21/2012
68. Ireland - 1882 5/21/2012
69. Chunder Ali’s Wife 5/21/2012
70. Dolores 5/21/2012
71. The Trial Of The Gods 5/21/2012
72. The Dead Who Died For Ireland 5/20/2012
73. The Poison-Flower 5/21/2012
74. The Monster Diamond 5/21/2012
75. The Feast Of The Gael 5/21/2012
76. Peace And Pain 5/21/2012
77. The Three Queens 5/21/2012
78. Prometheus - Christ 5/21/2012
79. Unspoken Words 5/20/2012
80. The Dukite Snake 5/20/2012

Comments about John Boyle O'Reilly

  • NEAL 251 (6/17/2005 8:10:00 AM)

    I LIKE JOHN BOYLE OREILLY. HE IS NOT THE GREATEST POET. HE WAS A RENAISANCE MAN. HE WAS A SOLDIER, A WRITER, A REVOLUTIONARY AND OBVIOUSLY A ROMANTIC. THE POEM I LIKE BEST IS A WHITE ROSE. HE KIND OF REMINDS ME OF ME. I LIKE TO READ AND LOVE ART LOVE MUSIC BUT I AM AN ATHLETE, A SOLDIER AND A FIREARMS ENTHUSIAST BUT A ROMANTIC AS WELL.

    6 person liked.
    3 person did not like.
Best Poem of John Boyle O'Reilly

Experience

THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.

And so he goes on till the world grows old,
Till his toung has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold,
Till the smile leaves his mouth, till the ring leaves his laugh,
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff.
He grows ...

Read the full of Experience

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

[Report Error]